Monday, January 26, 2009

Valentine's Tag

Answer the questions about your sweetheart…

*What is your husband’s name? Michael Joseph Crapo
*How long have you been married? 10 years, next month
*How long did you date? Officially for 2 months, we've known each other since high school, so we had known each other casually for about 5 years.
*How old is he? 31
*Who eats more sweets? Probably me
*Who said I love you first? I really don't remember
*Who is taller? Michael
*Who can sing best? Me
*Who is smarter? gotta be me
*Who does laundry? Well, he's really good at putting it in the washer, but then I have to fold it.
*Who pays bills? I do
*Who sleeps on the right side? Michael's on my right
*Who mows the lawn? Michael, mostly
*Who cooks dinner? Me
*Who drives? Usually in my van I drive, since he's never home
*Who is first to admit they are wrong? Neither
*Who kissed who first? I think he kissed me first
*Who asked who out first? If my memory serves me right, I asked him first
*Who wears the pants? Usually he does

I tag who ever wants to do this, post a comment and tell me it's on your blog so I can read it.

Monday, January 19, 2009

My life is what it is....

How do I get two brothers to get along? My two oldest children are always at each others throats. The oldest thinks he is the boss and the second doesn't take time to think and pause, he goes from cool and calm to hot and disastrous in a flash. This morning they were at each other over a bag of chips. Aaron stormed out of the room and slammed the door in Ammon's face then he held it shut. Ammon starts punching at the door in a real rage. Now this wouldn't be much if it was just a normal door, but my temporary bedroom has these double doors that have window panes in them. I had always assumed that they were plexiglass, because one that keeps falling out of the computer room door is just that. But low and behold they are really glass, and it's thick, I would guess about 2/3 of an inch.

So Ammons standing there punching at the door when all of a sudden he's screaming in pain and he's got blood oozing out of his wrist. He had busted through the glass and took a big chunk of skin off the inside of his wrist. At first I thought he was going to need stitches because the bleeding wouldn't stop, but it finally did and I could see that there wasn't anything there to stitch. It had just torn off a few layers, well more then a few. So I wrapped him up and sent him on his way.

Michael has punished them by making them remove everything from their rooms except their beds and clothes. I don't know what to do with them.

Aaron has to control everything, he's the boss, has to butt into every conversation.

Ammon doesn't stop to think, he just sees red and goes after it.

What do I do?

Friday, January 9, 2009


So just when I think I'm getting it a little under control, wham! They hit me with another one. I just spent the last half hour cleaning up yet another mess made by my lovely children, one that they will no doubt deny involvement in.

Erica wanted a drink, so she got a cup and went to the yellow bathroom as customary, well she comes to me gesturing and all excited. I assume that she just can't get the door open, it does tend to be stubborn at times. But no, the door is open and she is standing in the hallway pointing in all excited. I look in and find two big bubbles on the ceiling dripping water to the floor below. What the heck! Immediately I head to the upstairs bathroom which is just over this one. Yikes, the floor is a swimming pool, there had to be at least an inch of water on the floor, and the sink is still spilling over. Someone; of course- it wasn't me, not me, and I didn't do it; plugged the sink and left a small stream of water on. So after turning the water off, unplugging the sink , and mopping up what seemed like gallons of water I am just a little frustrated. I clean up one catastrophe just to be faced with another one. Will it ever end?

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

I've got what???

So I guess the herniated discs(me), the eye problems(Aaron), and the burned hand(Ethan) wasn't enough. I've had this red splotchy itchy patch on my side for about a week, and it was bugging me enough that I finally made an appointment with the doctor. So I go in to see him and he takes one look at it, askes me if I've been tired and droopy lately, I said yes and he tells me I have shingles. Yikes! Everything I have heard about shingles has been really bad and nasty. He gave me some antivirual medication that I have to take 5 times a day for the next week. He said in medical school they told them that they really don't treat the shingles, just manage the pain. Apparently it can get really painful. I have felt a little pain, it's really really itchy. Everyone I know of that has had it says it gets really bad, a young woman in my ward has had it and I guess it really killed her immune system. So I'm going to have to also watch that, I don't want to catch every little bug that comes around.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Burns, Burns, and more Burns

So there is something about the month of January and the years 2003, 2006, and 2009. First in 2003 when Ammon was 14 months old he touched my parents wood burning stove and burned his hand. Then in 2006 when Emily was 16 months old she did the same thing. Now today Ethan touched our gas fireplace. He was lucky enough to have only gotten his fingertips where the other two also burned their palms.

I wasn't home at the time and Michael had put him in the family room with the two younger girls to play. Well when I put him on the floor in there I arrange our three banana chairs around the fire so he can't get to it. Michael thought that since he was on the other side of the room playing that he was fine, so he didn't bother with the chairs. Of course as soon as Michael left the room he crawled over there and touched it. When I got home Michael had put him to bed because he was crying, Michael didn't think he had touched it, so he wasn't too worried about him, but when I checked his hand sure enough there were big ugly white blisters on each fingertip. So I took him to see the doctor and he did just what I expected him to do. He applied silvadene cream, also known as silver sulfadiazine cream, wrapped it in gauze and gave me a prescription for the cream and said to keep it wrapped, changing it twice a day, for two weeks. And to watch when the blisters pop that they don't get infected.

So we're at 50% for burns, thankfully still at 0 for broken bones, and 34% for stitches/staples. I'll keep my fingers crossed that the broken bones stay at 0.